Checking in

I've said over and over again since our sweet Felicity's birth that I am no longer going to get upset when things don't go "my" way. No more whining when plans go out the window, when deadlines come and go. So this is not a post complaining about how we still have not moved. It's just a post informing you all that we still have not moved.

Trying this out

I have been taking an involuntary break from this blog. We have no Internet at home and until this very moment I couldn't figure out how post with my iPhone. Yes, yes, I've joined the "techy" world now, but only out of necessity. Our new home is out of town and we decided for safety reasons we both needed to get cell phones. Long story short, I have an iPhone.

Hopefully this blog will see some more activity now that I sort of know how to post from this thing. I'm sure I'm a shame to bloggers everywhere, but I think I can handle that.

The move-in date that wasn't

(The pictures below have nothing to do with this post, but I had to put them in)

We're moving...have I mentioned that yet? Only problem is...we don't know when. Talking to Brett today made me realize why I've been so stressed out. We're waiting on a very important part of our house to get fixed (I'll give you a hint...we seem to have to deal with this part of our house a lot). Well, we don't have a completion date (or a start date for that matter). I'm a planner. I like to know when things are going to happen. I've already dealt with an unpredictable baby, I just don't have it in me to deal with an unpredictable house too.

Luckily, Brett is super understanding of my complete stressed-out-ness. Yay for me!

As of today the semester is officially over. Of course Brett has a gig tomorrow so he's not "on break" just yet. See, I'm not even freaking out about it because I knew..May 21st=graduation + May 22nd= Gig = Brett not officially on break until May 23rd! Give me a date and I can handle it. I may have to repeat to myself over and over again "Do not have a meltdown, do not have a meltdown", but I'll make it if I have a date. I have even at times told Brett, "I'm going to have a meltdown. I will wait until your recital (semester, trip, etc) is over, but I *will* have a meltdown." He appreciates the warning, and I'm pretty sure all psychiatrists would agree that this is a *very* healthy thing to do (right?)

So here I sit. My current house is a mess...my new house is a mess...I'm a mess. To quote a famous bear, "Oh bother."

Open Eyes

Veronica loves to tell me what Felicity is doing, "Mine baby cry mommy", "Mine baby bed, mommy", and my favorite one, "Mine baby open eyes, moooom."

Ducky Outfit

This is the day we brought Felicity home. She's in the ducky outfit that I bought for her as her "take home" outfit, not knowing if she was a boy or girl of course. When I came home from the hospital, without my baby, I found that outfit at the top of my bag. I spread it out on my pillow and cried myself to sleep on it, all the time wondering if I was going to bring my baby home in it or bury her in it. As of today, she's too big for her ducky outfit! What a sweet, sweet feeling to know that my baby is growing and living and breathing (albeit with a stuffy nose since her siblings shared their cold with her). Praise be to God for this girl!

T is for...

Ticks! We have had some major tick issues already this year. Not at our "in town" house, but the new-to-us "country house". Doesn't that sound swanky? Don't fear, we are not independently wealthy. Professors are not making a great living...just barely enough to live actually, but that's for another post. This one is about ticks, unfortunately.

They are everywhere. In general if you stay out of the tall grass you can avoid the little blood sucking creeps. Sorry, does that sound mean? This year they are in the short grass, the tall grass, the rocks, the trees, the weeds, everywhere. They are dangling out their nasty little sticky legs ready to be swept away by any unsuspecting victim. The baby's spit-up rag has fallen, the mom, the two-year-old, the 7-year-old. Tickies, tickies, everywhere.

This brings up a couple of issues. The first being the fact that my girls love romping around in cute little skirts and dresses in the summer. We are not one of those "dresses only" homeschooling families, but the ladies in our family do prefer dresses and skirts. These do not mix well with tickies. I can just imagine my girls coming in from playing down by the creek (we have a creek...how cool is that?) crawling with ticks. The simple solution would be of course not to wear a skirt down to the creek...easy enough I guess. But, replace the entire wardrobe of these sweet girls? That doesn't sound practical. Have them put on "outdoor" clothes for going outdoors? Well, ya might as well replace their wardrobe since we are outdoors all summer long. Insist on light-colored skirts so the ticks are easily visible? Maybe. Insist on frequent tick checks? Definitely. Buy several guineas to eat all of our ticks? Considering it.

The second issue is simply the "ew" factor. I hate ticks. There, I said it. I hate them!

On a side note. Felicity smiles all the time now. Pictures you say? Not yet. That requires her to smile when she's either not in my arms or when there's another adult around to capture the shot. Neither of which is really an option.

Also, Felicity seems to have the cold that has been making it around our house. I'm trying not to overreact about it. She wasn't a preemie so we thankfully do not really have to worry about her immune system. She has proven to us that she's tough so I guess we'll just ride it out.

Kids are currently doing school...er... playing outside in our tick-free yard, but I suspect they will come in soon to eat which means I should have some food to offer them.

Special Day

Last Sunday our dear sweet Emma-girl received her First Holy Communion. Her godfather and his family came up for the great event. We love them! It was wonderful. It was such a special weekend for her and for all who witnessed it. Fr.Andy made the day so memorable for all of us.

It was also Mother's Day on that day and I rejoiced in loving and not missing. Just a wonderful day all around.